A/N: I would like to thank to my wonderful beta Easamus. (:

Ginny knew right then and there that Harry was gone and would be gone for long... until he defeated Lord Voldemort. And that could take years...
'Fuck it' she thought.
Ginny sighed and proceeded to pack the last of her belongings for her trip to Hogwarts. Any other year, she felt excited in the beginning of the school year. It meant seeing Harry, it meant using her wand...
Right now, there was just a very dull ache in her stomach. She didn't want to go to Hogwarts. Especially with that traitor, Severus Snape, as the headmaster!
"Ginny! Are you ready? We should leave in a few minutes..." her mum cried after her, her voice carrying through the stairway and into the grim room.
"Yes, mum!" she responded and sighed again. Her mother was really worried after the fall of the Ministry. Ginny could tell that when she heard her voice quiver and her hands tremble. She surely thought about Ron and Harry a lot. Even if for Ginny, Harry was a love interest, not brother, for her mother, Harry was as her another child.

Ginny went to Kings' Cross only with her mother this time. Her father needed to be at work early in the morning so they had said their good-byes the last evening.
Her mother helped her with luggage and then hugged and kissed her on the cheek. She worried about her too, Ginny could tell.
She was grateful that her mother didn't tell her not to disobey at school. Oh, Ginny so longed to disobey.
"Bye mum," she said sadly because she knew that their communication whole year will be traced. They were traitors after all. And the Ministry kept a close eye on all those that were tagged as traitors.
She soon found Neville and Luna in one free compartment. Nobody else came to sit with them. They longed to talk but it wasn't safe. They knew that it was better to save the heavier topics for another time and discuss them privately later.
Luna read her father's paper and Neville explained her something about the plant in Herbology he would study this year when suddenly the train stopped.
"What is it?" Ginny asked, taking out her wand.
Luna and Neville also prepared their wands.
Ginny poked out from their compartment. And then, she saw him there. The traitor. Oh, how she hated him! The killer of Albus Dumbledore. He was with four other men all dressed in black cloaks which billowed out behind them in dark shadows.
"Miss Weasley, may I ask you to go back to your compartement?" he told her sharply and even though he used word "ask" it was clear to Ginny he meant it as a command. She stood there adamantly, her defiance clear.
She looked at him, right into his black eyes, sending all the hatered that she felt. After a moment she nodded at him and returned to Luna and Neville.
They heard somebody scream in tiny voice, a high pitched one. It must have been a girl. Probably a muggle girl?

They moved on after the men checked the whole train and took small and very foolish groups of muggleborns. They checked the compartment in which travelled Ginny Weasley very thoroughly as if they were hoping to find Harry Potter there.
"Why did they come to Hogwarts?" Ginny asked after they had moved again, almost crying. But she didn't cry, she was strong enough. They would not defeat her, especially not headmaster Severus Snape. She promised herself.

It wasn't shocking for Ginny, she knew that her sixth year at Hogwarts would be hell. But, it still bothered her. And it made her hate headmaster Severus Snape even more.
The Carrows were even worse than the headmaster, mainly because she saw them more often. Severus Snape no longer taught anything. He just wrote new regulations, starting already on the first day of them at Hogwarts when he announced some changes after the sorting of new students.

It was after first week of school when she discretely whispered in an empty hall into the ear of Neville Longbotom: "We must meet."
He nodded. "I will take care of it."
Surprisingly to Ginny, many kids turned up at the first meeting of DA. Almost everybody from the last year's group, except the muggle-borns of course, came and she even saw a few new faces.

It was a bit uncomfortable for her that Michael Corner was there too. They had managed to talk after he dumped her, especially after he found a new girlfriend- Cho (Ginny hated this girl!) but she still had feeling that Michael wasn´t over her.
Many people from new DA asked her about Harry. She always refused to talk with them about him. She just said: "We are no longer together and I don´t know where he is. But I hope he is alright, doing everything that he can to defeat You-Know-Who."
The only people she talked with more openly about Harry were Luna and Neville. The three of them were unofficially the leaders of DA with Harry, Ron and Hermione gone. She stayed with them another half hour in the Room of requirements after they dismissed the first meeting.
"Do you have any news from home?" Neville asked her once they were alone.
She looked at him rolling her eyes. "Of course not, Neville! They can´t write anything to me. Anything of importance at least. Mother just always writes me that Ron is still seriously ill but the rest of the family is alright."
"Right." Neville nodded. "And what about your brothers Fred and George?"
"They had to make some changes in their shop during summer. It´s still open though. Surprisingly. In the end of summer they were talking about some radio station they want to start. Where we would hear real news not what Ministry or Snape and Carrows tell us. I don´t know how to contact them without being monitored and I don´t know if they succeeded."
"I have a radio," Luna told them dreamily. "I can try to catch their news. What was the name of their station?!
"I think Potter´s watch... or something like that," Ginny felt her cheeks getting pink. She didn´t know why. It wasn´t her idea at all.
"That will be nice from you, Luna," Neville smirked and then winked at Luna, who had shifted her gaze to him. Ginny noticed that things between Luna and Neville were different.
´Maybe, if there was no Voldemort, no Snape and Carrows, they would be together,´she thought to herself and instantly felt sorry. There was no time for love. They had to fight, right? Or was there?
Neville touched Luna´s arm. "Be carefull, please."
"Don´t worry you puny brain, I can handle myself," she smiled, "I will use muffliato."
They left the Chamber of secrets, let Luna go first so as to not make it look suspicious. After three minutes Ginny left with Neville. They headed towards the Gryffindor tower. Suddenly, Ginny saw the form of headmaster Snape looming them. Ginny's heartbeat got faster.
"Weasley, Longbottom! What are you doing here this late?" Snape snapped looking straight in the Ginny´s eyes. She felt as if... as if he was reading her mind. And it was possible, she knew about Snape teaching Harry occlumency.
Surprisingly it wasn´t Ginny but Neville who retorted to Snape: "Sir, we are heading to our dormitory already and have just enough time to get there before curfew."
"Indeed," Snape said sharply. Ginny was surprised as it seemed that he would leave them... of course it was not all what headmaster Snape wanted to tell them.
"Both of you! Tomorrow evening at my office. Be there precisely at 6 p.m. as, opposed to you, I don't have much time just to walk around the castle."
"What?! Why?" Ginny asked angrily.
"I am your headmaster, Miss Weasley and you will talk with respect when talking me. To be clear, I don´t need to tell you why I do something as it is obvious that you are at my mercy. I think that Dark Lord wouldn´t mind if I slipped a little bit and something happened to you or your friend... And as a matter of fact I have reason for your detention. It´s clear that you weren´t up to any good. My office, 6 p.m. ... Is that clear?" he talked in a low voice which for more forceful with each syllable and slowly getting a little bit closer to her.
She snorted. "Yes."
Ginny was red from anger. Almost as red as her hair.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very well then. Ten points from Gryffindor... for each. Now, you go," Snape dismissed them and stormed out of the hall rapidly.

"I hate him," she spat when they were back at Gryffindor tower.
"Me too, Ginny."
"We should already do something, why does DA exist?" she looked expectantly at Neville.
He put his finger to mouth showing her to be quiet.
"Muffliato," she said, pointing her wand toward the dormitories.
"Ok, and what do you want to do, Ginny?" he asked her, raising an eye bow.
"I don´t know... at least write something on the walls. Bunk a few classes. Release a few creatures in his room. Just show him that it´s not alright!" she hissed.
"Sleep on it. If you feel like that tomorrow, I shall help you," Neville told her.
She looked at him. "You changed a lot."
"How do you mean it?" Neville asked her.
"I mean, in a good way. You are leader of DA, not me or Luna, you and-"
"You and Luna help me," he pointed out.
"Yes, that´s true. Tomorrow then?" He smiled a little bit.
"Good night, Ginny," he said and kissed her cheek. She didn´t think about that kiss a lot. She was afraid. Too many boys fancied her. Oh, and she could only thing about one... that being Harry Potter.
´Ah Harry, why are you gone?´she thought to herself.

Her two roommates were already asleep when she entered their room. Ginny was restless that night and couldn't walk into the dream land, she was full of emotions: anger, hatred but also passion...
She was a teenage girl full of hormones after all and had her urges. And now, they were acting up. She thought about last year's precious moments with Harry, how he kissed her and held her hand, how he had massaged her breasts... the urge to do something with her arousal was growing stronger each second (as well as her arousal).
She didn´t like masturbation much but she capitulated in the end, pushing down her panties and touching herself down there... thinking about Harry.
Few more touches and she was there... moaning lightly. Climaxing alone was relaxing but a whole level less powerful than reaching an orgasm with a lover.
After that she finally found her rest and fell asleep quickly.
"Good night, Harry" she whispered, just when she was on the verge of fading to sleep, irrationally hoping he was thinking about her too.
Women are sometimes just not logical.